Chapter 38

Ronika

I was putting on the last sneaker on my left foot when the doorbell rang. With a groan, I stood up from my bed, prepared to give Quinlan a piece of my mind for coming a few minutes early. He had left early in the morning before the sun came up for a mandatory run with Denzel and his gamma, whom I was still to meet. Mumbling a few curses, I hurried upstairs, picked up a bottle of water I had already filled up on the kitchen counter, then went to open the door.

"Why the fuck are y..." The rest of the words died in my throat the moment I opened the door and was met with Quinlan's father, Alpha Blackstone.

I looked past him to his Range Rover, which was still running in front of the fountain.

"Which kind of voodoo are you using?" he spat, making me swallow hard.

"Voodoo?" I asked in a barely audible voice, my vocal cords shaken by his sudden presence.

"Quit playing dumb, you lying bitch! You are using witchcraft to trap my son, and I want to know specifically which witch you visit